“He did not know what to say in the face of such sorrow. He sat in silence by his sister's side in… — Halldor Laxness Copy Share Image
“Hello, this is I, and these are my arms and legs, which are useful, and this inconvenient hump is my sorrow, which… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I do sing about drinking, but it's in a party way. I don't sing about drinking in a drowning-my-sorrows way, like in… — Kenny Chesney Copy Share Image
Sometimes it takes a death in the family; to pull back all the family members together again, sorrow is a special human… — Glen Rambharack Copy Share Image
In joy or sorrow, health or sickness, prosperity or the reverse, the effort must still continue. One must rise after every fall… — Alexis Carrel Copy Share Image
A tranquil conscience invites freedom from anguish, sorrow, guilt, shame, and self-condemnation. It provides a foundation for happiness. It is a condition… — Richard G. Scott Copy Share Image
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sorrow is God's plowshare that turns up and subsoils the depths of the soul, that it may yield richer harvests. If we… — Lettie Cowman Copy Share Image
Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
All my life one of my greatest desires has been to travel-to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas,… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“Hope Was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Saigon, U.S.A. aptly documents the birth of a new American community, uprooted in the aftermath of war and forever torn apart by… — Nguyen Qui Duc Copy Share Image
“She gave him a brief, mysterious smile. “You were watching me. I felt you before I saw you.” So? This is a… — Vincent Panettiere Copy Share Image
I am writing for the Christian agnostic, by which I mean a person who is immensely attracted to Christ and who seeks… — Leslie Weatherhead Copy Share Image
“I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death's silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
God made both tears and laughter, and both for kind purposes; for as laughter enables mirth and surprise to breathe freely, so… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
There's an elegiac quality in watching [American wilderness] go, because it's our own myth, the American frontier, that's deteriorating before our eyes.… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a… — Conor Oberst Copy Share Image
The universe is a complete unique entity. Everything and everyone is bound together with some invisible strings. Do not break anyone’s heart;… — Shams Tabrizi Copy Share Image
“This is a tale of woe. This is a tale of sorrow. A love denied, a love restored, to live beyond tomorrow.… — Abi Morgan Copy Share Image
Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the… — Emile Durkheim Copy Share Image
The rains will come and the waters rise But dont you ever lose your light In this life you will know Love… — Rachel Copeland Copy Share Image
In this world we find that all happiness is followed by misery as its shadow. Life has its shadow, death. They must… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
“My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I've never had a divorce, but I've seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so… — Dolly Parton Copy Share Image
Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that… — Dorothy Thompson Copy Share Image
“I know it is difficult to believe in your own courage or fortitude when everything inside of you feels weak and shattered.… — Rachel L. Schade Copy Share Image
“Time wasn't the same anymore. Doors were slamming shut before we even knew they'd been opened. Good fortune can take forever to… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
The key to the Grail is compassion, 'suffering with,' feeling another's sorrow as if it were your own. The one who finds… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
“Birds of sorrow may fly over our heads, But we must prevent them from building their nests, For they can cause pain… — Nadine Sadaka Boulos Copy Share Image
We each need to make our lion's roar - to persevere with unshakable courage when faced with all manner of doubts and… — Jack Kornfield Copy Share Image
In God, there is no sorrow or suffering or affliction. If you want to be free of all affliction and suffering, hold… — Al-Ghazali Copy Share Image
Experiencing the intense pangs of grief, it is so difficult to trust that we can be whole without that person or thing… — Senora Roy Copy Share Image
No doubt you are right... there would be far less suffering amongst mankind if men... did not employ their imaginations so assiduously… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
What is Music? How do you define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is… — Sergei Rachmaninoff Copy Share Image